Chương 867: 867 Section Different Styles

The thatched cottage was leaky on all sides, cold and damp, but when Tian Ni'er brought the old woman steaming rice porridge, the porridge was warm, and so was her heart.

Shen Yue remained silent.

Xiaoming was silent too. Although he had a name that suggested he liked to court trouble, his demeanor in dealing with people and matters was that of a mere observer.

The old woman in the house slowly opened her eyes and when she saw Tian Ni'er, a smile sprang from her heart.

The old lady looked as though she was at death's door, but still, she shakily reached out her hand.

She didn't reach for the bowl of porridge, instead she touched Tian Ni'er's hair, murmuring, "Where did you get the rice from this time?"

Tian Ni'er cheerfully said, "Grandma, the field frogs I caught are very popular in town, Boss Bai from the rice shop likes them the most. He orders them every day, so you'll have rice porridge to eat every day from now on. Here, eat some porridge first..."